my best friends are blockheads, fairies and queens

the rebels, the disenfranchised, the unseen

my crew’s made of transients crossing all scenes

my whispers sound more like a scream

i’ve worn dresses to funerals- tuxes to parties

the crux is that i’m not confined to my body

my makeup is shoddy

i’ll wear it for days

sometimes i’m gaudy and sometimes i’m plain

i’ve heard some people say that i would never make it

i’m like, “okay, let’s play the sacred game of constant anguish…”

i’m floating, face down in a swimming pool of constant anxious thoughts and haunts that flaunt the lost emotions of the patrons

save the sand in hand for people worthy of a night of sleep

plague the savage lands like locusts flying through an empty street

but nothing that i’m saying is unique, right?

and people only give a shit if i’m wiling to bleed

well, i am

and even more-so, i am willing to go hungry just to prove that i am angry to the people that still love me

i don’t understand their reasons, but i’m growing more accustomed to them being there, and feeling scared of days to come when all of them just up and die, or leave

i’m feeling more and more stable as i grow less and less concerned with focus on the fables

slaving over table settings

cannibals for dinner

if human souls are dollar signs, then god must be a capitalist

fashion all your fashion in the fashion of a fascist, then you wonder why these people seem to question every action

true, i’m laughing at your arrogance, but terrified of what comes next when fashionistas worship gucci print like some religious text

never let these rich fucks tell you what you need to feel beautiful, worthwhile, happy or complete

you will never reach the expectations of their scheme

if the scene says otherwise, than fuck the whole scene


remember:

they don’t give a fuck about you

nah…


never speak in absolutes, irony or riddles

never challenge men with horns to battles on a fiddle

settle all complaints with the ‘hope that helps’ facebook

take crooks that dress like crooks at their word, word